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Anticipation by Amy Lowell

Anticipation by Amy Lowell

Published On Thursday, January 27, 2011. Under: 1900s, Lowell, Amy.
Anticipation by Amy Lowell I have been temperate always, But I am like to be very drunk With your coming. There have been times I feared to walk down the street Lest I should reel with the wine of you, And jerk against my neighbours As they go by. I am parched now, and my ...
The Letter by Amy Lowell

The Letter by Amy Lowell

Published On Sunday, January 09, 2011. Under: 1900s, Lowell, Amy.
The Letter by Amy Lowell Little cramped words scrawling all over the paper Like draggled fly's legs, What can you tell of the flaring moon Through the oak leaves? Or of my uncurtained window and the bare floor Spattered with moonlight? Your silly quirks and twists have nothing in them Of blossoming hawthorns, And this ...
Vespers by Amy Lowell

Vespers by Amy Lowell

Published On Saturday, November 13, 2010. Under: 1900s, Lowell, Amy.
  Vespers by Amy Lowell Last night, at sunset, The foxgloves were like tall altar candles. Could I have lifted you to the roof of the greenhouse, my Dear, I should have understood their burning.
Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn Evening by Amy Lowell

Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn Evening by Amy Lowell

Published On Wednesday, October 20, 2010. Under: 1700s, Lowell, Amy.
  Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn Evening           It was a gusty night,    With the wind booming, and swooping,    Looping round corners,    Sliding over the cobble-stones,    Whipping and veering,    And careering over the roofs    Like a thousand clattering horses.    Mr. Spruggins had been dining in the ...
Prime by Amy Lowell

Prime by Amy Lowell

Published On Wednesday, July 07, 2010. Under: 1900s, Lowell, Amy.
Prime  by Amy Lowell   Your voice is like bells over roofs at dawn When a bird flies And the sky changes to a fresher color.   Speak, speak, Beloved. Say little things For my ears to catch And run with them to my heart.
PRIME by Amy Lowell

PRIME by Amy Lowell

Published On Friday, April 30, 2010. Under: 1900s, Lowell, Amy.
PRIME by Amy Lowell Your voice is like bells over roofs at dawn When a bird flies And the sky changes to a fresher color. Speak, speak, Beloved. Say little things For my ears to catch And run with them to my heart. Amy Lowell (1874-1925)

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